In the soft light of dawn, as the world outside slowly stirred to life, a heartwarming moment unfolded in the cozy nursery of the Miller household. Mom, with a tender smile on her face, leaned over the crib where baby Avery lay peacefully asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.
With infinite care, Mom reached out and gently stroked Avery’s cheek, her touch as soft as a whisper. “Good morning, my sweet little one,” she murmured, her voice a melody of love and warmth.
As if in response to her mother’s gentle touch, Avery stirred awake, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal a pair of bright, curious eyes that sparkled with the innocence of a new day. A delighted smile spread across her face as she gazed up at Mom, her tiny hands reaching out in a gesture of pure joy.